"You see the best of the nobility

  Of all fair France extinguished on the field;

  How many swords, how many lances, see

  The Spaniards round the valiant monarch wield.

  Behold! his horse falls under him; yet he

  Will neither own himself subdued, or yield;

  Though to assault him from all sides is run

  By wrathful bands, and succour there is none.